A digital devil is among us,
inserted himself into the gaps between our looks,
It creates a bulb of silence and a severe distance.
We do not see people
Picking flowers in the evening or
seeing sleeping sons in the other room.
You do not know what I’m thinking, son,
as I watch you sleep.
It seems that this story is real.
If we do not talk, we cannot know
the iron in the blood that keeps us alive.
I tried to speak this afternoon
but the voice went so fast
as my fingers in the cellular.
Strange, what a face can do to a face,
if not, we do not know what remains.